His sigh is a choir
His smile is a red light
It says: 'pause, breathe,
see what can be'
He creates fairy tales
Whips up sweet memories
For only me to see
His laugh is the ocean
Endless and deep
Whooshing and whirling
His moods change like the tides
He's a handful
But I know the tide pools
Where he loves to hide
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Endogenous
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